Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.